Whew! Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has too many irons in the fire!
Yes. It IS hot. Not at all a day or week to be poking your irons in the fire. I would imagine the waiters in Not-Heaven are working overtime today not-serving all the ice water their clientele clamors for. Probably wearing blisters on their feet, either from traipsing around in not-Crocs, or walking on the bare coals. Guess they should have thought of that before they booked themselves a one-way, non-refundable ticket to Not-Heaven, huh?
I certain hope we don't lose power. That would be a catastrophe. Just wanted to use that word, because I'm wondering how The Pony might pronounce it. He of "Puh MEL uh" fame, thanks to mail from our local Director of Revenue, Pamela, down at the county courthouse. We DID lose power last week, 15 minutes after I abandoned The Pony on my trip to the casino with my favorite gambling aunt. Too bad, so sad! He sent me a text, but I did not show much sympathy, seeing as how I was sitting under a nice cool air-conditioning vent at a light-flashing, sound-emitting slot machine. I certainly hope Even Steven is not looking over my shoulder. I would not like a day without power.
My irons in the fire MUST have power. Mrs. HM needs her New Delly and her innernets to forge a plan for an upcoming opportunity at a writers' conference.
Bet you didn't even know Mrs. Hillbilly Mom could write, huh?